Death, it comes and goes leaving a sting wherever it departs. Only but two years ago death stopped by not compassionate about my feelings, ripped my best friend away, my dog. Not many people know how it is having something you love so dearly being ripped away from your grasp. That thought makes me tear-up just as night he died those tears would never depart from my present. I have been saddened many times but that was the worst; just to know you won’t have any more pleading eyes coming from under the table begging for morsels of food, no more gentle snuggles he gave, no more kisses to wipe away the tears from a hard day, no more calm “hugs” he would give, no more back to let me cry on, no more sitting next just to me to lean his head on mine almost to say, “I still love you!” no more of the excited dog to see me when I come home, No more rubbing against me telling me I’m family. No more of that calm obedient dog I love; no more of my faithful friend whom I treasured. No more. I just want to let it go away the feelings of misery I contain from that horrible morning, that Easter Sunday when I came home expecting to see my special friend run down the stairs. I waited and I waited calling his name. But no more of my Rex to sit next to me outside.